You slowly shake your head, even though you're so afraid of him.

"I don't have your phone."

He hunkers down at your level, his face suddenly so close. You feel his hands on your body, you breath hitches. And even though you're so terrified of him, he manages to hypnotize you with his blue eyes, with the closeness, with the warmness of his body, his lips so close to yours.

"Lying bitch," he growls, standing up with the phone in his hands.

You instantly froze, unaware of when and how did he find the phone. You know one thing. He's not happy.

"911, huh? You just signed your death," he puts his phone back into the pocket.

In a second there's a knife in his hand, a cold blade too close to you than you would like. Your vision is already blurred by the tears, you can't even breath properly. There was no hope after all.

"By the time the cops get here, I will be long gone. And you won't be alive to see that."

With one move, you feel horrific pain on your neck, unable to breath. In a few seconds, you're in peace. And there's nothing after.

- THE END -
(Go back to Chapter 47)

I know you wanted to reach the help, get out of the place. But in this story it wasn't the best solution. Maybe next time use the phone differently, or don't lie.